The waiting game

Have I told anyone that I have the patience of a two year old? And that I'm a control freak and a complete planner? Oh and I'm pretty sure I've diagnosed myself with OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) too.

Obviously, the good Lord believes I need to loosen up a little bit. Of course, He's right.

Looks like our 3rd insemination did not work. I haven't gotten a positive pregnancy test yet, but still waiting on my menstrual cycle so we can get to planning what is next. If I don't get it by August 17th, I have to call the doctor and get further instructions, mostly likely a blood test to see if I'm pregnant. Until then, there is nothing but waiting.

The waiting is killing me. School starts next week and I would LOVE to be able to plan my next doctor's appointment or the surgery that is out there possibly looming. Not that there is anything that can't be switched around or canceled, but I really hate writing things in my planner and then having to cross them out. I don't write in pencil in my planner because I like to keep the old ones in case I need to look back on them (I blame my mother for this. She has tons of old calendars and can pull them out and see what we were doing on any given day, any given year). So I called Dr. B's office to see if I could go ahead and schedule it, thinking that I could cancel it if it wasn't needed. The nurse pretty much nipped that idea in the bud. I don't think she understood my obsessive need to plan things out nor did she probably care.

So that's really all I've been doing. Just waiting. And it's slowly killing me.